Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel(97)

 

I’m left in the room with my mouth hanging open. This does not compute. Did we or did we not just have about six hours of solidly awesome sexual moments? Where’s the tenderness? The smiles? The cute teasing? The conversations about what we’re going to name our future babies?

 

Half a second before string of cuss words fly out of my mouth, Mick’s head appears from around the corner. “Are you coming or what?”

 

“I thought you said …”

 

“I said you can’t go first. You have to go at the same time. Come on. Chop chop. We have a road trip to finish and I’m starving.”

 

The silly crooked smile that appears on my face stays there through pretty much the whole shower, only slipping away temporarily when I gasp, shout, scream, or otherwise react to Mick putting his hands, tongue, and home run hitter all over my body. God, I love this guy.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

 

 

 

 

 

WE’RE IN THE CAR HEADED back south and I can’t stand that Mick is on the other side of the car as me. I’m trying really hard to play it cool, but I can’t help but sneak glance after glance at him. He’s dead gorgeous and I’m completely infatuated with him.

 

Maybe I’m wrong or just dreaming, but he seems to be suffering the same sickness as I am. He catches me looking at him about twenty times, but only because he’s doing the same thing. If the goofy grin on his face looks anything like the one I think I’m wearing, there’s no way we’re fooling anyone.

 

“So what’s the deal?” Colin asks. “What did you find out last night?”

 

I blink a few times, getting all that sexy stuff out of my head so we can focus.

 

“Well … a couple of those girls worked in places that didn’t really have a whole lot of contact with Teagan’s dad. But one of them was his assistant, so that was good.”

 

I grab his arm and squeeze it. “What? Are you serious?”

 

“Yeah, I’m serious.” His shit-eating grin is enough to send me through the roof.

 

“Why didn’t you say anything last night?!” I shout. I’m so excited I can hardly stand it. I scramble around in my purse looking for my phone.

 

“I was kind of otherwise occupied if you recall,” he says, giving me the look.

 

My face flames red.

 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Alissa says. “What did you guys do last night? What did I miss?”

 

I hear a light slap and then Alissa says, “Hey!” Two seconds later she says, “Oh. Okay. I get it. Never mind. Don’t answer that question.”

 

I can’t turn around. My face is totally and completely on fire. I look down at my phone instead. I’m pretty sure there’s smoke coming out of my ears. I’m temporarily distracted from my sex life problems, though, by the ten missed calls on my phone.

 

“Oh, shit,” I say, pressing the green button. My heart is in my throat and I feel the blood draining from my face. Every call I missed was from my parents.

 

“What?”

 

“My parents. Something happened. I missed ten calls.”

 

“Maybe they’re worried about you,” Alissa says.

 

The phone rings and rings. No one picks up.

 

“They knew I was coming up here. I told them it was for an interview for an internship. They wouldn’t worry about that. Something’s wrong, I know it is.” I feel like throwing up. Why did I check my phone last night? What’s wrong with me?

 

I dial my mother, father, and the house phone over and over. All I get is voicemail.

 

I stare out the window, not even noticing the scenery or cars going by. I have a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something is very wrong. Tears gather in my eyes and then just fall. I’m too numb to wipe them away.

 

We’re just outside San Jose when my phone rings. I answer it as soon as it starts to buzz in my hand. It’s my dad, and I know as soon as I hear the tone of his voice that it’s bad.

 

“Quinlan. It’s Dad. Where are you?”

 

“I’m just outside of San Jose. What’s going on, Daddy? What’s happened? Is someone hurt? Is it Jersey?”

 

“Can you come home?”

 

“Of course, I’m on my way. What happened? Please tell me.” I’m begging and crying, but I don’t care what anyone thinks. I feel like I’m about to have a stroke.

 

“Your brother and your mother have been hurt. They’re both in the hospital. I’d rather wait for you to get here to discuss the details. I have to go because the doctor wants to talk to me.”